Aaaaaaargh!
Who did it?! Someone ate my jello!Isn't it your own fault for not writing your name on it?!Why don't you think of the jello's feelings, too!What about my pudding?! I ate it earlier!Give it back!Not happening!You wanna go?!Cut it out, everyone! What's with this strained atmosphere...?

Either way, I'm Angry
And now again Hungry
Getting even more Angry
Legit mad, seriously
Look at your face, "Hah! Really?"

A branch split into pieces over trivial things
blossoms without meeting its other halves ever again
Hey, so we don't have to weather a winter with no spring to come
let's open this heavy door

I'm sorry! It's OK
My bad; I'll forgive you!
Just say that, and it's utopia
When we live in spite, counting the number of our wounds,
no one ends up happy

I'm sorry! It's OK
My bad; I'll forgive you!
Say that, and we're good, right?
The sin remains, and yet, it's not the end of it all
It's over once, and then begins again; on this long journey,
let's get along again.

Sparks flying, it's Confliction
More than just plain Nonfiction
Fighting again; ugh, I'm done!
No backing out now, haah...
Life is too long for this,
get along, okay?!
Hey! Sheesh! Hey! Sheesh!
Humans sure are complicated...

Rubbing one another the wrong way,
Arguing in circles again
Wasting time 'til the next day
Too stubborn to just say
I wanna apologize, yet
The heart's a downward spiral of self-contradiction

Making small talk, avoiding it
Revisting the same topics over and over
Glancing at your expression back and forth
Yes? No? Yes? No? Yes! Yeah!!!

I'm sorry! It's OK
My bad; I'll forgive you!
Say that, and we've got national peace, right?
I want to laugh and smile with you all, so letting things end like this
would be too sad to deal with

I'm sorry! It's OK
My bad; I'll forgive you!
Let's say that, and move on
Time won't heal a guilty conscience
It all comes down to courage
Set time in motion
and let's get along again.

A tower of rocks laid atop one another
may be toppled in an instant
But if we all build it back up
it'll change into a new something
That's for sure

I'm sorry! It's OK
My bad; I'll forgive you!
Just say that, and it's utopia
When we live in spite, counting the number of our wounds,
no one ends up happy

I'm sorry! It's OK
My bad; I'll forgive you!
Say that, and we're good, right?
The sin remains, and yet, it's not the end of it all
It's over once, and then begins again; on this long journey,
let's get along again.